Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha,
Cha...,
1-Straight up I'm from The Dirt,
Dookie verse METAPHYSICAL,
Knowing poverty's a curse,
Break the spell spitting lyrical,
1.5-From out the neck in fact watch-
Man busting raps talking about the rude-
Aww' so greedy inhuman being-
Politician keeping hatred brewed,
1-Again, I'm from out The Dirt,
Represent this Earth one human being in fact,
Way, back in day,
When I ran away them foster homes I stacked,
1-Knuckle head ooh indeed,
Introduced to drugs played so sad the song,
Glass pipe smoking hot-
Like I was knowing what was right from wrong-
1-Again, ooh the powdery Dirt,
Lock me in prison imma make it work,
Never will I try to smell clean-
Or look good for C.O. to flurt,
1.5-Can you see what I mean,
Gives respects to life in everyday in fact,
This way just may not be-
The way you do in day, but still my life's intact-
1-Live broadcast is The Dirt,
You can hear me bust hoping to reach the sky,
Knowing, it's in God we trust-
Barely wash my hands, but indeed I try,
2.5-Say this do that,
Social reasons be so wack,
Gosh dammit traitor foes,
Evil versus righteous attack,
1.5-Stick to plan to work,
Never quit the recipe for day,
This against anything-
Any obstacle lane or vein to slave,
1.5-Can you see what I mean, man's here-
Living life will never let this go,
Represent the facts,
Through the gift of funk this METAPHYSICAL,
***2.5-Who said The Dirt don't hurt-
Don't know this Earth and all the gifts that be,
Scraping, my body,
Leaving lessons that are meant to see,
1.5-I was one of those folks that needed-
A brick upside my head the best I can,
Awoke from the smoke now I'm going-
back to this Earth to represent the land***
2.5-Enjoying the bottom of the barrel-
These day by day within poverty's peril,
I shall sing a ghetto carol-
Tell stories of this life I know,
1.5-Bank account's no more in fact-
Man I've been stripped of that paying bills galore,
Indeed believe in this recipe-
That I am get that back much better than before,
2.5-One hip-hop juggernaut-
Release in day giving you minded clear thought,
And my life's so soaked unclean-
Filthy, grimy from this Earth that's me,
1-May I repeat The Dirt,
The gift of flint, unclean the stone,
The mud, the dust-
The dung the trash, the gift of home,
1.5-I hope one day I rust,
Deteriorate slow ending my life,
From living in a savage stream-
Of day to day hustles, pangs and strifes-
4.5-Don't get mad standing on The Dirt,
Looking at me repeating this more than twice,
Just trying to get my point across-
Or better yet to represent the vice,
1.5-Of what don't hurt don't work,
The scars the scrapes, the sores the cuts,
When you fall the horse,
For all of those who's wiping off they butts,
1.5-Stick to plan to work,
Never quit the recipe for day,
This against anything,
Any obstacle, lane or vein to slave,
1.5-See what I mean, man's-
Here living life will never let this go,
Representing the facts,
Through the gift of funk this METAPHYSICAL,
***2.5-Who said The Dirt don't hurt-
Don't know this Earth and all the gifts that be,
Scraping, my body,
Leaving lessons that are meant to see,
1.5-I was one of those folks that needed-
A brick upside my head the best I can,
Awoke from the smoke now I'm going-
back to this Earth to represent the land***
2.5-Who say The Dirt don't hurt,
( 1 bar no vocal )
Who say The Dirt don't hurt,
(1 bar no vocal )
1.5-I was one of those folks that needed-
A brick upside my head the best I can,
Awoke from the smoke now going-
back to this Earth to represent the land,
4.5-Rah.
Born in Pasadena and raised in the Central Valley
of California, Philip Singer started rhyming as a young
child. Back in the day he was known as Phil Fresh, an M.C. gaining a following performing in local talent shows. METAPHYSICAL is now a non fiction storytelling M.C. on the lyric. Combining words with precisely produced beats, get your minds ready for METAPHYSICAL!
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